October 21st II - Lest I Forget...

I knew a man in college who grew up in the inner city of
Chicago and what he was doing in Iowa I never did figure out.
But whenever he would see a jet trailing across the sky,
he would stop everything he was doing and he would watch.
Once, after a jet was gone and there was nothing left but the
white line disappearing like a scar into the blue, he turned
to me and said, An airplane is a miracle. And I didn't give it
much thought, but now and then, when I am ready to give up
hope for human beings in general, and for one or two of them
who are bugging me specifically, I will look to the sky and
there will be one of those miracles and I will remember
it's all about concentrating on the right thing. {Story People}

10.21.10